Letra de Tangletown

Tangletown
Tangletown
Tangletown, yeah yeah
Tangletown
Hey sister when you see
The city life on the colour TV
The temptation is known to us all
Hey little sister, don't you fall
For Tangletown
Hey brother, stay on the farm
Our daddy needs your strong right arm
There's no land of milk and honey
There ain't no jobs and there ain't no money
In Tangletown
Ain't no money in Tangletown
Lebanese food, Lagos soul
Black American rock and roll
Swimmin' in the sun, the papaya, the lies
The money, the guns, the fish and the flies
In the petrol fumes the little girls ripe
And bleed for a priest or a white man
You know a cane knife is the sweetest blade
In a cane-cutters hand, that got ever made
And out in the fields of Negros-occidental
A young man howls at the cane and the jungle
Oh yeah
Oh my lover, stay with me
I am poor and I'll never be free (never be free)
And I'm afraid the Americans'll buy your
Beautiful body with the almighty dollar
If you leave me for Tangletown
(In the petrol fumes the little girls ripe) Yeah, Yeah
(And bleed for a priest or a white man)
Tangletown
Ooh don't you leave me for Tangletown
No, Tangletown, don't you leave me baby
No money in Tangletown, yeah
Don't you leave me for Tangletown, whoa no
Tangletown
Don't you leave me for Tangletown, whoa
Tangletown